Arrr, the landlubbers near Hezbollah be takin' a right beating from them scallywags—constant cannonballin' and no rum in sight!
2024-09-15
Arrr, Kibbutz Manara be sittin’ on the edge o' Lebanon, makin' it a ripe plum for them scallywag Hezbollah ruffians! They’ve been lobbing bombs at the good folk there, all 300 of 'em, since that black day o' Oct. 7 when the Hamas buccaneers ran amok!
Ahoy mateys! Gather 'round fer a tale of a brave lass, Yulia Bar-Dan, who be settin' sail back to her kibbutz in Israel after a storm brewed by them scallywags of Hezbollah! Six moons passed since she fled, heart heavy, and upon returnin’, she found her home in shambles, like a ship attacked by cannon fire!With naught but an hour and a bag fit for treasure, she scurried about, grabbin' memories like a pirate hoardin’ gold. "I cried the whole time," she confessed, clutchin' her precious cat, a true gem amidst the wreckage. Alas, the fates were cruel, for just after she left, a missile struck her abode, joinin’ the ranks of the many homes in ruin!
With over 7,500 rockets rainin’ down from Lebanon, the good folk of Kibbutz Manara be livin' like landlubbers in a constant tempest. Our gallant mate Naor Shamia, usually teachin’ math, now leads a crew against these fierce attacks. "We ran away, terrified!" he said, summing up their plight like a proper captain! And so, while the world be watchin’ distant shores, the brave folk of the north hold their ground, hopin' fer a day when peace returns like a lost ship sailin’ home.